Putting the World To Rights

If only ....

A rare (in both senses) night in the pub for us this evening.  We were drowning our sorrows. TM spent the day on the plumbing in of the new sink in the flat.  It was going well till he cut the wrong pipe ..... The plumber came very quickly and the lady downstairs hasn't had her ceiling collapse, so the only damage so far is to our pockets and TM's pride. He's conceded that the plumber should finish the job, but that won't be till after Christmas. That's fine.

When I suggested that this might be a good night to go down to our local, TM had his coat on before I could say 'Which one?'. We went to the Canny Man's.  The last time I was in there, around 1970, they were famous for the topless Go-Go dancers.  Now it's verging on the edge of twee, but still good fun. Says she, after a couple of medicinal whisky macs..

I should be singing like a canary tomorrow :-)))

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